C3 Her boyfriend split his leg

"Do you like happiness or me?"

Her coquettish voice that almost melted immediately sounded out, scaring her into a jump. Why would someone mention her name?

She was stunned behind the wall. She quietly stuck her head out and looked towards the hallway ? Due to the rain, the corridor was very dark, but Lin Qian, who was in the art class next door, could still clearly see the girl with a fair and beautiful face leaning on a tall and big boy's chest.

But why had she mentioned her name?

Her smile was somewhat puzzled, and she stealthily held her breath ?" Of course it's you!

The boy's magnetic voice carried over. "Disgusting ?"

Lin Qian clenched her fist and punched the boy in the chest. Her happy face froze and the wet bag in her hands fell to the ground. She reflexively grabbed it and hid herself behind the wall ? He wiped his face with the back of his hand. It was hard to tell if it was tears or rain, but the person who spoke out was Song Jiaming, her boyfriend for half a year.

"Who is it?"

Lin Qian's pleasant voice suddenly came out, followed by the sound of two people's footsteps. Their happy faces quickly wiped away the water stains on them, and then they tidied up their messy hair, and squeezed out a smile, then turned around and walked out as if they had just returned ? A happy face? "

Song Jiaming's voice contained some surprise, but it did not sound panicked nor was it overly awkward. It was even ? His eyes turned slightly, and when his hand landed on Lin Qian's waist, he did not even make a move to retract his hand. No, he did not even subconsciously dodge it ? Her happy heart suddenly dropped to the bottom of the valley.

"Huaiyan, you came early this weekend."

Lin Qian leaned coquettishly against Song Jiaming's chest as she spoke softly, but her gaze had slid down from above her happy face, and landed on her soggy shoes ?. She was dressed in fine clothes, with exquisite makeup and a slim figure, and the one who was holding her hand was still that impoverished Xu Huanyan. Huaiyan lowered her eyes sensitively and let out a smile. "I have some matters to attend to and have come earlier than expected ?"

"That's just nice, Huan Yan, Lin Qian and I have matters we need to discuss with you right now, let's go out now."

Song Jiaming's voice was very light, carrying a sense of wanting to catch a beauty.

She bit the corner of her lips and said softly, "Alright."

She turned around and walked forward like a puppet, putting the intimacy between the two of them aside from her ears, but she still felt that her steps were too heavy, really too heavy ?